How Deep the Father's Love for UsApril 06, 2012
What are you doing for Easter? Egg hunts? church? fancy dresses? ham?
Well... I'm going to North Carolina! And its not really for Easter - although I am visiting some family while I happen to be there. I'm actually leaving tomorrow (Saturday) morning with Lily, to travel to North Carolina so that Lily can be a in Turner Syndrome study at UNC Chapel Hill.
I have heard nothing but good about Dr. Davenport and her colleagues. I am so excited to be able to consult with someone who has studied Turner Syndrome for many, many years. I am so thankful for the opportunity to gather more information, but also for Lily to possible help other girls with Turner Syndrome in the future - as some of the girls that came before her have done.
Sunday I'll be celebrating Easter with a cousin and family.
Monday and Tuesday will be the appointments for the study and we'll head home Tuesday.
Pray for us as I travel alone with Lily. She had an ear infection early in the week, and is still really congested from a cold she is getting over. She is already on antibiotics and we have numbing drops and Tylenol in case her ears bother her.
To the people that will be sitting around us on the airplane. I am sorry. You will love my daughter, she is smiley and happy, but also VERY unpredictable. I promise I will buy you a Bloody Mary if you can just be kind and tolerant!
And I would be remiss if I didn't make mention to Good Friday, the day that Christians around the world remember the death of Jesus. I believe it is through his death and his Resurrection that we are redeemed
How deep the Father's love for us! Happy Easter!
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom